re-posting for day shift
The Anon's Hour
Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day’s occupations,
That is known as the Anon's Hour.
I see on the laptop before me
The play of our POTUS’ tweets,
The “fucks” of a shill that is shilling,
And the routes of planes and fleets.
The TV is on in the background
With reporters cued to declare
Gay Tucker and doughty old Hann’ty
And Laura with golden hair.
From my study I hear from the kitchen,
The microwave humming low
The sound of the corn that is popping,
And the coffee dripping slow.
I dig and I dig ‘til I’m weary
Retrieving and saucing the facts
I hope that the info is worthy
And that it will not get the ax.
But lo! as I look to the postings
I behold such a wonderful sight
There’s a trip code that makes my heart merry
And brings me no end of delight.
Q has posted a message in greeting
O, Anons, come gather to see!
He asks us some mind-bending question
To help us know how to be free.
We strain to discern his intention
To understand what he would teach
All of us focused together
A hive mind expanding its reach.
And then, we return to our labors
Re-energized, soaring in flight
Anons united, we’ll n’er be divided
For the sake of the Patriot’s Fight.